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King of Anzu	By : c0p13r Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 1008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-King of Anzu
- 1
No one will get the reference of the title, because it was never posted. But once upon a time in my youth, I wanted to write a ‘Yu-Gi-Oh!’ fic with Yami and Tea. … It turned out to be a pile of unoriginal, bland phooey. It was called ‘King of Tea’ as a play on the ‘Yu-Gi-Oh!’ label. But now we all know I got much gooder at titles!
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King of Anzu
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            “Grk! Glk! Grk-grk!”
            “A-Anzu-san,” small Yugi eked out, squinting his left eye and gripping the edge of his bed for dear life. It wasn’t too uncommon for her to visit the game shop and come up to his room; usually it was to study and do homework. She had never… pounced on him like this! The most she had done that was aggressive was swat his head when he was privately pleading for Jonouchi to spare a night’s watch of Video Girl. In fact, that was just a day ago! Anzu had grabbed the video during the exchange from Jonouchi’s hand to Yugi’s. They had tried to recover it, but she guarded it. And then…
            Why couldn’t he remember?
            Well, thinking itself was a struggle. Anzu had bullied him to the bed from his desk – where the books and homework lay untouched and forgotten – and squirreled between his stunted legs. “I-I can’t wait any longer,” she had panted when he tried to resist and question her actions. He yelped out loud when she wrestled his school trousers down to midthigh. His little cock held against his sac, too frightened to consider getting hard. Yet Anzu had ogled in reverence before heedlessly burying in between his skinny legs and giving his dick reason to get hard. Kissing, licking, and when it filled with rushing blood, sucking; even at its four inches – it looked larger compared to his stunted stature – Anzu marveled, breathing in wonder, and slowly inhaled him, whimpering a little to finally savor the taste of him moving past her lips and onto her tongue. Little Yugi howled, his face washed with red and his crazy hair flourishing as his friend gobbled him down to the base. But before he could lose control and sob and wail and cum, he remembered that his grandpa – who skulked outside the room when maturing Anzu came to visit – was downstairs, and clapped a hand over his mouth before the next surge of ecstasy made him jubilate.
            He squeezed at the edge of his mattress, frightened that Anzu would disapprove if he touched her, though she had been all for him the entire day! He was smart enough to know something was off about her behavior. She was normally so dedicated to the lecture; eyes forward, pencil always on the move, nothing able to distract her though she could break concentration to throw a hard glare to anyone who might disrupt the teacher. Today, though, she seemed meek, hunched-over, and clearly distracted. Yugi caught her more than once glancing in his direction, and when he turned to her, she would retreat her gaze to her papers and act like she was taking notes. Athletic and academic normally, today, she was possibly more timid than small Yugi had ever been, ducking from confrontation and competition. Yet she only seemed bold to insist taking a day off work to go to his home to study.
            Learning a woman’s habits was a serious study, but Yugi – moaning and stifling his cries of pleasure – didn’t feel he was learning anything but how it felt so much better having another handle his cock. But Anzu finally gave out, exhaling a plume of steamy breath and heavy saliva as she sat up. She wiped idly at her wet lips. Yugi thought for a moment that she was satisfied, that she had gotten what she wanted out of this and was willing to leave him with the hardest erection of his life! It normally took at least an hour of edging over speed-reading dirty magazines and having filthy thoughts of those sexy, sensual Monsters in that trendy card game to be exuding so much precum, and in rabid succession, too! Perhaps for the best that she stop; he was too close to exploding and didn’t know how he could tell her.
            “Anzu-san…” he breathed out.
            “I’m sorry,” she interrupted, her hands coming up to her pink uniform. She untied the ribbon and quickly started undoing the buttons of her top, fingers swift, clumsy in haste, but effective. Yugi open-mouthed gaped when the blouse opened and the bra was shoved down. Tentatively, her small hands trickled down the creamy globes, passing as a breath against her pink and erect nipples, until she held them from below, modeling them, yet staring with some lamentation at them. Yugi struggled to stifle a whimpering moan when she squeezed them, his little cock seizing with the threat of cumming.
            “I’m sorry,” she said again, and her big brown eyes came up to his deep purple ones, “that they’re not bigger.”
            Yugi’s tongue tripped. They’re not small at all! Not breasts that could easily make shirts burst at the seams, but they were impressive. They were – as Grandpa observed at times – freshly grown and remained high on her chest, but substantial enough that gravity tested them. Though slight, she could lift them from the small bit from which they hung. And then she put them on Yugi’s thighs, and then she opened them, and then she closed them, suffocating his prick in fleshy abundance.
            “No!” Yugi frantically refuted. His bottom lip pulled up. He looked like he was tearing up, about to cry. “If-if you do that, Anzu-san…!”
            “I want to,” she breathlessly told him and moved her chest against his groin with all sense of purpose and passion. “Let it all out…!” She bit at her bottom lip, moaning in urgency. When she and he both looked down at her squished boobs, his cock hardly made an appearance. She relaxed her bosoms only briefly, letting his cockhead bloom from her cleavage so that she could spit upon it. Then she resumed her pace, quicker than Yugi could brace himself. “I… want it… all over me,” she told him amid bated breaths, sweat making her flushed face glow.
            Yugi came on cue to her dirty words. Though the initial burst was muffled by her cleavage, feeling the hot wetness sliding between her tits, she pressed her breasts towards the base of his cock, undulating them to help guide the upcoming spurts. The next volley came up high, making a valiant stride for Anzu’s open, waiting mouth. No such connection was made, but she would have much to mop up as Yugi’s ejaculate began crossing over her tits and chest. He whined, chomping on his tongue when it was too much to stand. He wanted to scream out his pleasure, the absolute best orgasm of his life, but for his grandpa downstairs…
            Anzu kept her tits warbling against him even after his strength gave out and he was strewn across the bed. Wonderful, she mused when taking away from him, pushing up her tits to lap up the delightful load he splattered over her. Her tongue swathed through his white passes, thick strings clinging between mouth and tit when she pulled them in to swallow. She tilted her head back, moaning as she gulped heavily, the cum scalding her throat. Scooping what else she could from her plump and tender breasts, she brought the cupped bounty above her mouth and steadily turned it to leak its thick contents. Hot, sticky, pungent, salty; she closed her eyes halfway in ecstasy. She never thought perversion could be so wonderful…
            All because of a tape…
ccc Yesterday evening, after school ccc
            “That Yugi,” huffed Anzu, switching out her school loafers for her afterschool sneakers. Next to the switched-out pair was the videotape she confiscated from between Jonouchi’s hand to Yugi’s. A pair of perverted degenerates; the former was worse, a bad influence on Yugi now that they were becoming actual friends. She was happy that her little friend was finally coming out of his shell, but did he have to pick Jonouchi? Yugi already had a dirty mind and a particularity towards panty-flashing, and now Jonouchi was feeding that with things like this?!
            Video Girls♥ the case read. Bringing this onto school property! Didn’t they have any shame?! She huffed again with a look of prideful disdain. They were lucky that she didn’t turn it into the teacher. Lucky she didn’t break it in half and hand them the pieces.
            She was alone at the entrance lockers. When she didn’t have work, she put in some facetime with afterschool projects. It helped her status in school, true, but it emboldened her choice to work without the school’s permission. If the school ever found out, maybe they’d show leniency to such a helpful, strong-willed student who was only trying to make her way to New York!
            “You have dreams of your own…”
            Anzu gasped and spun around to the voice coming from the entrance. The person standing there – a boy… or a man? – had his back against the sunset, hiding the details of his identity, though the shape of his hair was familiar. But it couldn’t be…
            “… yet you can steal the dreams of a boy who longed to see that videotape you hold in your hand!” The man pointed, and Anzu recoiled… more out of response to his strange theatrics.
            She tucked the cassette to her breast. “Who-who are you?”
            “Someone who wants to play a game.” The man folded his slender arms across his chest. “A game of restraint and lechery, a Shadow Game.” Though his face was shadowed from the backlight, Anzu could feel him smirk. “The winner will choose what should be done with that tape.”
            The proposal caused Anzu’s face to falter for a moment. A game? Now? Her immediate rebuttal came out swift, “Why would I want to play a game for this tape?!” She waved it in front of her as if to express her claim to it. “I already have it, and it’s a dirty tape!”
            “You acquired that tape through theft. It is not yours. But you can win its ownership with a rather simple game. We play the tape…”
            Anzu grimaced and blushed at the suggestion of viewing the lewd contents of the film.
            “… and the first to call out for more loses. And the one who loses…” It must have been the trick of the bright orange backlight, but it seemed like a strange eye had appeared and was glowing at the man’s forehead. “…must pay the Penalty Game.”
            Anzu, as though stricken and compelled by some strange, otherworldly force, was silent and guarded… but ultimately said “… Yes.”
            They set up in Anzu’s classroom; there was a tv and VCR available and wheeled it to the front of the class. But beforehand, Anzu was instructed to be blindfolded. Though she objected initially, upon weak explanation – “You must not see the challenger; only the video” and “You shouldn’t be allowed to identify me outside the game unless you win” – she let the cloth be bound over her eyes and trusted the stranger to lead her to the seat. She held her breath when she was set up and the blindfold was whipped from her face. The tv was on, and the tape had started. And somehow, she was committed to the screen. Women, slender yet plump in the bust, were shown in steady succession, first tantalizing with clothes that fed fetishes; schoolgirl uniforms, leotards, waitress, stewardess, cosplay. And then they would start to undress, and Anzu could safely say that she saw no appeal to it. Men were pigs to indulge in this; and she certainly wasn’t being jealous when huge breasts dropped out of a lifted bra.
            Anzu rolled her eyes, tightening her lips and crossing her arms indignantly. This game was already won. There was no way she’d ask for more.
            It seemed certain by ten minutes in, when the women had mostly shed their clothes – but for the attire that could accentuate their bountifulness – and their pixilated crotches on display, that Anzu would remain silent but for disgruntled scoffs and snorts to these exploited women. But then, without warning, a hand came over from her left where the stranger sat, viewing the same video.
            “What do you think you’re doing?!” the brunette snapped, clutching and tightening the drape of her skirt.
            The hand insisted entrance, however, and slid right up to the crotch of her panties. Not very wet, he found; he didn’t expect her to be gushing, though. Not yet. Anzu objected again, about to turn to him and deck him as she was so used to doing to Jonouchi and Honda when they behaved like so. “Looking at me results in a Penalty Game,” he warned from the side, and then stuck his fingers into her.
            “Ah!” Anzu squealed at that, legs closing tighter than before.
            It was the Game, something inside told her; a voice or an instinct. Her body tightened and responded to the touch traveling from her groin. How could she let a stranger molest her like this?! There was something so drawing about him, from the first “Yes” she gave him, she felt influenced to go along with his odd schemes. “Ah!” she gasped again as he retracted his deep-searching fingers, spreading the treasured wetness he had discovered within. Going in again was smoother. His fingers were long, dexterous, massaging her honeying walls, pushing them apart while not wasting their tightness. And though she squirmed uncomfortably, her muscles contracted as if to combat his efforts of spreading her.
            I should hit him, she thought spitefully. She had every right to and was well-guarded of her intimacies. Though her hands did not clench out of anger… They fisted and wrenched at her skirt, and she could not understand why she did not put them to action but for simply… the Game. And he called it a Shadow Game. What about it compelled her to abide by it, to hone some sixth sense that, to break the rules or forfeit, would be a mistake?
            She chomped harder on her bottom lip when he swirled inside of her. She liked that feeling, having done it to herself while in the bath or fitful before bed. Somehow, she had to control herself, not let this anonymous pervert win bragging rights.
            “It’s a one-sided Game unless you participate.” There was movement next to her, something urging her to look. Whatever will she had, it let her avoid breaking the rule of identifying the man. He sounds… so confident. He could be anyone in the world… except Yugi. Although Yugi – in a stretched-out version of himself – could have fit the silhouette. It was the attitude of him that made her think he was someone else. So she looked – Yugi’s pants are slack on him, even the smallest sizes – and discovered what was being offered along with the private viewing of Video Girls. He had opened his zipper, and a long cock was exposed from it; longer than her hand and proudly thick. For a virgin’s eyes, he was gloriously intimidating.
            “You have a hand in this game, Mazaki Anzu,” the deep voice told her. “You should use it.” He pricked her cunt with his middle finger only, sliding it in fully and curling.
            Anzu winced, squinting one eyes and curling her mouth in a feeble sneer of dangerous pleasure. Her hands quaked; the left one – the one closest to him – squeezed tighter on her skirt. Did he… expect her to… do something? Like, touch him? She pursed her lips nervously. They felt warm, tingling; but that tingling was rushing throughout her system, to fingers and toes and of course her pussy.
            “At this rate,” the man said slyly, “you’ll be begging alone.”
            “N-not a chance!” Anzu said in a bravado bluster. She had thought about it; not of anyone in particular, certainly not of any of the dunces in class, but she, upon reaching maturity, was curious how a man felt. A soft organ that could turn rigid in seconds? Was it like flexing a bicep? Anzu chose to meet the challenge and snagged the cock before she could think better on the choice.
            She didn’t need to do anything to win this game, but sit through a video while a mysterious pervert fondled her! It should have been easy albeit degrading. Now she had his dick in hand while he stroked more vigorously at her snatch. She cursed inwardly to herself, at herself. I shouldn’t…! But ultimately she was, first gripping the erection to find its yield – which it did not have – and then cautiously running up the length. It was not absurdly long, but in her hesitance, it seemed like so much longer to find the engorged tip. A slick drizzle had gathered there when her curious index finger roamed the helmet, the soft depression of his slit pooled with the clear lubricant. It’s so hard, the voice in her head mewled, and her heat was coaxed on instinct. Her brown eyes, previously and rebelliously fix on the screen of perverted women molesting one another, dared to glance at the work of her hand. The stuff on her fingertip clung and stretched from the trickling abundance. And morewas expected to come out? There had been videos in class shown of ejaculation, the testicles tightening and releasing bright white streaks for insemination. But he didn’t have those out, thankfully; she feared she would not be able to resist touching them voluntarily.
            The fingers dazzling her cunt were distracting. Having this chance and in this state of mind, she was convinced that she might’ve gone on her knees already… if only to conduct a more visual study of a male’s organ. She felt like she was sweating under her skirt; an uncomfortable and unflattering feeling, but the heat generated from foreign fingers dabbing into her or coddling her erect clitoris or even touching the downy hair invited her to abandon protocol of self-respect, hike up her skirt, and thrust out her pelvis and ordering him “Just do it!” Whatever ‘do it!’ meant at that time… Deep fingering? His mouth on her? Or would she prefer the loss of chastity at a desk in her classroom afterschool in front of a dirty movie titled Video Girls♥? She truly hoped with the sense quickly being smothered under lust that she would hold out.
            “You’re breathing’s heavier,” observed the stranger lowly.
            Anzu fortified a resolute face of proud irony. “You sound out of breath too,” she accurately responded, not denying her own breathing patterns. But her pride cracked when those wiry fingers began jabbing quick and smoothly into her vagina. Cupping her mound, grinding palm against pearl, he exceeded the tempo of her inexperienced hand running up and down his length. She could even hear the squelch of her sex parting around his digits. Two of them, out and in, as if she was somehow sucking them back in. But then they stayed in her wet warmth, and she expected them to start crisscrossing and widening her again; instead, he found that particular spot in a woman and began to fondle there.
            “Ah!” Anzu contracted, her right hand instinctively clutching at her skirt while she squeezed so hard at his base that he even gave a grunt and bumped his hips upward. I won’t say it, she resolved, tightening up her face, closing her eyes and wishing herself strong. No matter what, I won’t say it! She fully intended to cum. Last week was so busy at work and tiring at school that she didn’t even care to pleasure herself and just slept. She needed this. She knew she’d squirt into her panties, make a humiliating scene of herself, stay in shocked silence to the end of the movie to win it from the stranger – who wasn’t the owner in the first place! – and knock a few concussions to his head to erase his memory of it all.
            Her thighs flexed and her right hand reached for her breasts, squeezing through her uniform to pluck at her nipple. The smooth material ground against the risen pink nub. Dammit… If she had the time, she’d undress, ride the hand and squirt all over it and the floor up to three feet ahead, and then relax. Her butt lifted off the chair as she wheezed frantically, ready to cum to the fingers rolling at her G-spot. Almost there! Almost…!
            It was all too cruel when the fingers stopped immediately, paused in place, and then withdrew; not just from her drenched channel but from under her skirt. He was done. “Wh-what?” she asked, breathless, dumb.
            She could feel the man smirk next to her, a pompous look of satisfaction and pleasure, casting his eyes down to watch her hand still on his dick. But… but she needed him… She was literally on that plateau of pleasure! Doing it herself would feel cheap and cheapen the experience of what promised to be a most-spectacular orgasm! “No,” she stammered out, and began to jerk her cock vigorously, as if swearing her own oath to him: to finish him if he finished her! “Please!”
            That palpable smirk deepened.
            In a rush of desperation, as the women squealed in delight at the climax of their film and wet each other’s hands or mouths, Anzu swung in a switch of brown hair, dazzling droplets of sweat, and desperate eyes.
            “MORE!!”
            The video faded to black, and the dick in her hand began to pulsate, pumping out hefty jets of bright white. But Anzu had disregarded that sight, beseeching the purple eyes of the wild-haired man sitting next to her, his arms folded in cold victory.
            “Penalty Game,” said he, and that mysterious glowing eye returned to his forehead. “First Come, First Serve.”
            Anzu was struck by this ancient curse. The laws of it rooted in the base of her consciousness. She had broken the rules and looked at the man, and the Penalty Game must be paid. As one who looked down on lechery and the curiosity of men, she would be hampered with the same, uncontrollable lusts when in the presence of the one she desired. And she would feel this indescribable lust until they both were sated.
            The memories of this interaction were wiped from her mind; the Pharaoh felt safe drawing her into a deep, passionate kiss for her efforts, regardless. He would gift his host a bounty.
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            Yugi was not exemplary in gym class, whether it was strength or endurance. But Anzu did not have to try very hard to reawaken his manhood. She kissed it mostly, soft and chaste kisses to taste the remnants of his cum. Her lips were moist afterward, and when he showed signs of life, she brushed the floppy thing upward and doted a little on his balls with frequent tongue lashings along with pure suckling. It… tickled as much as it felt good. Yugi’s big eyes crossed, and he twitched a few times with pitiful “It tickles!”
            When he was hard and ready – though mentally, he hadn’t been ready since the beginning! – she made to mount him. She stepped away from the bedside, made a good showing of her dropping her skirt and leaving her top on for erotic emphasis. She waited until he was fixed solely on her panties. She knew he liked them best. She pulled them down; to knee level before skillfully stepping out of them, one leg at a time. It was a glorious and gorgeous sight that stunned Yugi so much that he hadn’t realized she’d tossed her discarded underwear onto his chest. When he did notice, he picked it up, held it at both ends with two fingers, and marveled at the form-clinging article of femininity.
            But the real marvel was the sight beyond; he merely whet his appetite with the appetizer of panties. Anzu gave him full admission to ogle her. Socks that ran up to upper shin finally yielded to the glamor of a woman’s legs, smooth and sleek, broadening to a woman’s hips and of course flashing a woman’s sex. She had soft hair down there, a lighter kind of brown and not as coarse as other women’s. The lips had already puckered and dripped with readiness. If Yugi had not been ready before… he still wouldn’t have been!
            His nerves made his stomach knot like he was nauseous. A nosebleed or becoming sick now! He feared those would dash his chances forever! He wiped stubbornly at his nose for good measure. Taking his eyes off her for that moment was a mistake; she was on him before his arm came down, and she reclined him on the bed, straddling his waist and accurately positioned herself above his shaft.
            She reached underneath to steady and prepare him. And he knew what came next…
            Please don’t cum! he begged of his cock.
            “Anzu-san! Wait!”
            She responded to his urgency, but did not soften her obvious intentions.
            Yugi blushed hard, his eyes flickering to her breasts dangling above his face. “I-I don’t think we should…”
            Anzu just continued to stare. She was unperturbed.
            “I-I…” He turned his face, clearly embarrassed by what he was to confess next. His voice was a quiet mumble, “I haven’t even had my first kiss.”
            Easily rectified. Anzu had to dip, curl her back to a C to compensate for his small stature, and kissed him deeply, catching his gasps: one for the kiss, and the other for the insertion of his cock into her.
            He wasn’t a virgin anymore! It dawned on him in a sudden tumble! He was… having sex! With Anzu-san! So this is what a woman’s body felt like! The soft walls clung to him; not like her mouth. The surroundings came in close all around him and holstered him. She sighed against his mouth as she tucked her hips onto him, her legs flaring to let him in as deep as possible. If Grandpa came in the room, Yugi suddenly fretted, he’d turn and come face to face with Anzu-san’s naked rearend!
            But… no worries there. Solomon seemed to be engaged with an irate customer, and that would take precedence over checking in on his grandson and his luscious visitor.
            Anzu’s knees shifted her weight from side to side. Yugi was not a challenge for her to bury in one sweep. In fact, for a virgin who had only used her fingers for stimulate and a dancer whose barrier had ruptured quite some time ago, he was a comfortable seat to her. Her butt rocked and waved a little, testing him out and finding him well suited inside. She splayed her hands across his small chest.
            “Is this good?” huffed the blushing brunette, practicing untested paces. She veered sometimes, the shocks of greater pleasure hitching her muscles sporadically.
            Yugi gurgled in response, “An-zu-san~” His big eyes rolled dazedly, like he was on the verge of death being called o paradise. O, Anzu-san was an angel, indeed! His hands, which had mostly clutched the bed’s comforter this whole time, came up and cupped Anzu’s breasts through the slips of her top. How could she lament their size when his hands – fingers immediately clutching to hold their swishing bounty! – overflowed with them?! He caught her tips between thumb and forefinger, finding them to be resilient and stiff; tight nipples swollen with arousal. She squeaked when he started to play with them in the fashion he had seen in previous videos and magazines. The girls always went crazy when their nipples were flicked and licked and sucked.
            Perhaps it was a good thing to have spent himself between her tits earlier. Masturbating, he could probably go three times at max when he was in the right mindset. But he’d learned as well – as much as it was common knowledge amongst men – that the follow-ups were never as easy as the first shot. Tucking in his chin and glancing down to where he split Anzu-san’s muff, he saw her honey catch onto his pelvis, creaming up his woefully small dick; not tiny, but in that moment of self-reflection, he thought that Anzu-san deserved something bigger! He must straight away make an effort to grow so he could impress Anzu as she had impressed him with her breasts and panties!
            “Yugi!” she suddenly exalted him, her body rearing back to sit fully on his cock, driving her hips down to wedge him deeper between them. She fondled her chest as he gawked. Her nipples just barely peeked out from behind her blouse as she tightly squeezed them; squeezed them far harder than Yugi would feel comfortable doing. But his attention there was diverted when he felt wet pulses lower. It couldn’t be…! The female orgasm was saved for men with bigger dicks, yet on his underdeveloped cock, Anzu began the throes of ecstasy that he’d only believed would take place in Jonouchi’s videotapes! But here she was, grace of their class, undulating her hips against him, the walls tightening enough to make him feel too big for her – it was a glorious feeling! – and spouting her fluids across his lower belly as she pushed her pubis outward to him. The truly perverse part of him – hidden deeper than the panty-loving that he could let slip every now and then – wished that she had reserved a space for his face at such a time between her shapely legs.
            But little time to fantasize about showering with Anzu-san’s femininity; she seemed to have robbed him of his own reserves when she squeezed in quick contractions. “Ah,” was all he managed to get out. His lungs deflated involuntarily, and held deflated while his cock started to twitch and inject his seed. While he might not have been pressing up to her cervix, the strength of his bursts – and permitted that the way leading up had receded somewhat – could reach up and douse the entrance to her womb, smearing her with his scalding white.
            The ejaculation actually seemed to last longer than the first and ultimately took more out of him! Forgoing the discretion needed in a bedroom shared with a game store, Yugi hollered and doubled his endeavors of sewing within Anzu-san’s thirsty snatch. Later, he’d wonder how she might look wearing a mask of his ejaculate, but the sensation of cumming within her was too inviting to resist!
            Anzu, in turn, turned a hand from squeezing her breasts raw to fiddle with her clit, spurring a momentary lapse of squirting until, all used up, she squashed little Yugi beneath her. Well, there were much worse ways to suffocate than by being smothered between two comfortable breasts that vaguely smelled of semen. And that it was his own semen – of which, a greater quantity now washed through and back from Anzu’s gash – made him give a goofy grin of satisfaction.
            Underneath her, he could feel her heavy breathing and the rapid but slowing of her racing heart. He gradually worked up the strength to lift his arms from his sides to embrace her, but the embrace itself melted into an audacious ass-grab. Wow, those cheeks were plush and perky!
            The weight of Anzu switched with the weight of her fist; softened by the mattress beneath him, but it carried righteous fury regardless. He’d be sporting a swollen cheek for the rest of the week.
            “Don’t get handsy,” Anzu advised him coldly, the twinkle of admiration and lust gone and dead in her lifeless glare. She retracted her fist and stood up straight from the bed, hips popping to one side for a strong posture. Cum ran down between her thighs, and her blouse remained open as she posed.
            Yugi, coddling the quick-forming bruise, sat up, wet cock now hanging in its diminished state. If a right hook was the cost of losing his virginity… he’d up for an added left hook and a gut punch per week for an annual subscription! “Um… So… Anzu-san…” He hesitated, wondering if it was wise to ask what this meant for them. Could he go to school and brag that he had a girlfriend now? Jonouchi and Honda would go wild with jealousy.
            “Just a one time thing,” Anzu said straight away, already fixing her bra and buttoning her top and fixing her tie. She hurried her skirt on and dusted herself, and then she whipped a pointing finger at Yugi’s face, intense in her eyes. “And not one word about it ever again! Got it?!”
            I’ll kill you! He read between the lines and swallowed hard. “Y-yes,” he answered, having no room to question anything else that had just transpired.
            “Good,” she said with the mannerisms of a totalitarian teacher. She grabbed her schoolbag, ignoring that she and Yugi hadn’t done anything they had intended. She could do homework at home tonight, after a shower and a thorough cleansing between her legs. She exited swiftly, stomped downstairs, brushing by the old man who trained his eyes to her budding bust and butt, and headed home.
            Yugi, still with his pants halfway down, sat in repose of her abrupt exit. He pondered it and guessed he’d likely never understand women.
            But, he thought with a satisfied grin that stung the swollen left side of his face, reaching amongst the ruffled covers to retrieve a memento. Her haste was too great. Hopefully there’d be no sudden updrafts out there.
            Yugi beamed with pleasure at the pair of pink panties held out in front of him. They still smelled of Anzu-san! He drooled as he eyed them. Well, three times was a record for him.
            Just need to lock the door again…
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I don’t intend this story to be interpreted as a mind-control story; more of a spell that amplifies deep-seated vices. So I mean for Anzu to retain feelings (sexual and otherwise) towards Yugi/Yami, which was brought to the surface in full due to ‘First Come, First Serve’ Penalty Game. Ah, maybe I don’t need to explain.
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